No, not the "New Year, I swear, I'm gonna stop..." but the "2017 isn't gonna make me itch my anus, it's actually gonna be good."
I'm not bringing in my bullshit from last year, even if I am bringing in some crap habits.
So, fine, I'll bring in my skis, big fuckit deal, whatever, but I've never used it as an excuse nor am I blaming anyone. However, I'm going to fight tooth and nail to avoid the slopes catalyzing anxiety and trapping my glorious ass in the bedroom.
I will fight through the make believe and interact, if only in my living room.
I will read more. I will write more.
I will cancel less. I will answer my phone more.
I will allow my life to change for the better.
I have two shows booked already and I WILL NOT CANCEL THEM because they are going to bring me joy and healing.
OTHER people are involved and I will not allow myself to disappoint others.
2017 is the year of the ME. I AM CHANGE and I am going to blossom the SHIT out of myself.
So FUCK YOU, debilitating anxiety. FUCK YOU, unknown whatever-the-fuck that has devoured my sexy ethnic body and made me chicken bone skinny. FUCK YOU, thigh gap. FUCK YOU, weird White America that says I'm finally pretty. FUCK YOU, coccyx that hurts every time I sit down because BROWN BITCHES ARE SUPPOSED TO HAVE AN ASS AND WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ARE YOU KIDDING ME DID I JUST SIT ON A FUCKING BONE?!?!
I am a funny funny faddafucka and I make people laugh and I will make YOU laugh and I will change lives for the better, including mine, because I know I can and enough is enough so I am holding out my hand and whoever takes it can come with me because I am not MC Hammer and I don't need a solid gold shitter. I need a home and food and with the rest of what I earn, I need to make sure I transform lives which is why I have a ministry and my comedy is a division of it.
So, my transparency and vulnerability are branches of it and as I find more courage and strength, more of my truth will be revealed...
I'm not bringing in my bullshit from last year, even if I am bringing in some crap habits.
So, fine, I'll bring in my skis, big fuckit deal, whatever, but I've never used it as an excuse nor am I blaming anyone. However, I'm going to fight tooth and nail to avoid the slopes catalyzing anxiety and trapping my glorious ass in the bedroom.
I will fight through the make believe and interact, if only in my living room.
I will read more. I will write more.
I will cancel less. I will answer my phone more.
I will allow my life to change for the better.
I have two shows booked already and I WILL NOT CANCEL THEM because they are going to bring me joy and healing.
OTHER people are involved and I will not allow myself to disappoint others.
2017 is the year of the ME. I AM CHANGE and I am going to blossom the SHIT out of myself.
So FUCK YOU, debilitating anxiety. FUCK YOU, unknown whatever-the-fuck that has devoured my sexy ethnic body and made me chicken bone skinny. FUCK YOU, thigh gap. FUCK YOU, weird White America that says I'm finally pretty. FUCK YOU, coccyx that hurts every time I sit down because BROWN BITCHES ARE SUPPOSED TO HAVE AN ASS AND WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ARE YOU KIDDING ME DID I JUST SIT ON A FUCKING BONE?!?!
I am a funny funny faddafucka and I make people laugh and I will make YOU laugh and I will change lives for the better, including mine, because I know I can and enough is enough so I am holding out my hand and whoever takes it can come with me because I am not MC Hammer and I don't need a solid gold shitter. I need a home and food and with the rest of what I earn, I need to make sure I transform lives which is why I have a ministry and my comedy is a division of it.
So, my transparency and vulnerability are branches of it and as I find more courage and strength, more of my truth will be revealed...
....If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to
Breathe (2 AM), Anna Nalick